All Sadness Is A Tantrum.

When You Act Like A Teacher, It's Usually Because You're Afraid To Be The Student.

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

When You Become A Lover Of What Is, The War Is Over.

Never Be Fooled Into Believing That There Is One Speck Out Of Order.

Thoughts Are Just What Is. They Appear. They're Innocent. They're Not Personal.